Poetry

(she was a poet first)

Witness, I remember Witness, I remember, A stalling of lips to lips And we would slow down for ripeness or for the naked, we would slow down Witness, I remember, fighting in high-churched times and domed words, round and soft and melded gelded I remember to forget Witness, I remember, tasting blue sky eyes and a slippery tongue remember and remember and it looms, absolute untouchable moons I remember, I forget ---- Lust I am one singular ache, one I am one confused girl after another Ache, ache Burn, burn, burst Your face above me, while inside me- lower jaw slightly out, mouth slightly slack then clenched same as your face above me, while furious body ripped toward me animal up from bed-side retreat and you pet my hair for 5 seconds flat sharp and hard, pet, pet, peeettt 'after all, you are just a little student, aren't you?' like; just.a.little.student just like that he said it quick-flinch but not much from your little student And I fear maelstroms as much as I moan while they rock me back and forth and we're at a see-saw draw I am one singular ache, one I am one girl raped for something or another lust, lust fury I burn burn you burst ---- I. One last thought on rasped refrains ‘catch me!’ before I cough the bones right out of my skin before it’s salt crusted openings and green tinted words this is hard to swallow sticky reality ‘Every fall, I catch tin thoughts in jars and shake, shake them around and listen’ ‘every fall, I catch mistake shaped stamps and cover my eyes’ every fall, I transform and this one, whoa, this one will be a doozy ---- City Paris Rips The first time I said goodbye, Literally (not figuratively) to my childhood was sometime around just this week whispered into evergreen, slow uh-huh breaths of words and the soft, brown needled earth love you, goodbye first time my faith was cracked not rattled, not broken, split literally (not figuratively) in love, paving paths was sometime around yesterday greeted by a chromatic sunrise amidst metal windows and metal wings Back, Paris! back, i'm here. grey reception, cold, brooding Paris is seeing me! i said greeting me with open arms you flashed a smirk and figured out ways to deter me test me Now it's okay? Is it? Always morning after sun after the rain I am made of more than this and I counted you by the ribs present in my finger portrait I counted you, on you And instead, I'm back in the gauntlet. Paris. --- New York Reds The sentiments arrive in flash floods; your lithe figure ensconced in red, lit by the lounge's lamps your eyes, oh god! smiling on their own, two mirrors of the exact thing I had been afflicted with since meeting you, love, seeing love your carnal mouth soft, blur-edged dreamy & it seems possible that this is not about martyrdom, playing saints self defeating but about arrivals it's hot, burning a line from Paris to here, hot on your trail and I'll bide my time, thinking about nothing but how by Friday I can fold my skin around your radiant form (black holes around but aller baby, I get the mechanisms), self-built and agonizing that hide the soft underbelly, and it's a virgin mary madonna thing, you see so don't be afraid, mother lover child you see I want to bask in you really. only, bask for as long as I make you ignite --- Untitled the edges are cut, crystalline, clear a domed sphere angles that distort our scene inside a layer of uneasy, uneasy in lighting in towards the scene our scene (two, one.) --- Epistolary in Fury Dearest, You have the most erotic mouth Canine teeth that peek out Pushing petal plump lips The way the corners of your top lip Escape the line of the lower And the invitation issued, I take it every time The planes of your face make A striking picture, eyelashes and eyes Eyes wide open, baby blue, gentle Feral mouth Fierce nose, sloping and angled Beautiful I want to fuck you, hold your slender arms over your head Own that boyish man Narrow hips Trace your jaw with my tongue and rape that mouth Make that mouth twist and that voice! Oh that voice, sweeping Luxembourgish accent, Scream, revel, whine You tease me, you can be quite cruel Smiling as you feel a pebbling under my shirt Kissing me like you mean it Grinning with that mouth when you turn away Why do I feel like I’m making love to a 17 year old nymph When you are a 33 year old man? In my guilt I kiss you, painting skin with sweat And for that mouth, I’ll take your cruelty At least for now. ---- wind up worlds I will accept a wound; One with meaning though, darling I will accept your degradation Just make it spit farther Secret thrills from wordless lies Quiet walls hum electric Sickness Up, swing, to the right Dancing days Windows bright Cups overfull, and you’ve been smoking too much I lick your mouth to see if I can taste her I run my hands down your thighs Can I feel her? Quiet walls hum electric Sickness Up, swing, to the left Dancing days Windows Bright I will accept a betrayal; Because I love you, damnit I will accept your nonchalance If there is the chance of sparks Harder chimes the church’s clock Broke the last cup, working with the plastic ware I grab my breasts to see if they exist I grasp flesh in agony Quiet walls hum electric Sickness Up, swing, going mad Dancing Days Windows Bright I will lie as if underwater If the blue cancels my color I will recover before you come home So I can kiss you once more He paints me anguish on computer screens Stealing attention to feed an ego Quiet walls hum electric Sickness Up, swing, eyelids off Dancing Days Windows Bright I will write you a poem Breaking hearts leak words I will sing to you when you’re gone As you never ask to hear I sing vehemently to your window Out on your terrace Furious with music, furious with you Sickness, yes I’m sick again Quiet walls hum electric Up, swing, moods awry Dancing Days Windows Bright I’m sicker, sick, put me down Before I sing out the rot and Paris loses it’s Spring forever I’ll accept your help Not if offered, but if forced I’ll love you so fiercely from June until December